featuring Thor El
[KRS] Yeah thats the one yo Thor El just just check your mic
Verse One: Thor El
So you wanna be the million dollar man kid whats your plan
Make a deal with the devil settle for a hundred grand
Not enough I call your bluff hit you with the stuff
Deal with this and think youre tough gimme a call when things get rough
You get no Vette and if I could stay leaded
Im leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
youre artificial by cripple, rap is like your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death I pull no tissue
Hit you, like the Mac-11, MCs subtract by seven
Callin callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heaven
Im on the map, makin it like the crazy on the track
Oh what the hell I get my mail while I raid you til it crack
Chorus: KRS and Thor-El
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
Verse Two: KRS-One
Cmon, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A
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